Maine, USA My muse will fly again, is beginning to dance, and I will return as writer/reader/responder.
I still love the generous HP community. Giving and receiving immediate response brings a unique aliveness to the poetry. 265 followers / 6.4k words
so many words yet not enough to breathe with scented wind see colors and the space defined in fractal symmetry our footfalls on the path this mind is full of pulsing me with words push your way in I flood and overflow don't stop this spilling where I am
the fact of his leaving not understood, but surely no mistake one more eddy in the sad river one brother less we are left being what he could not be journey unsolved
words and color swirls and stains creating folds in space portray perception glimpsing now as only I can see so paint it out following curves all just a play for me
who is it now who loves me who changes tune for every feast of every new curve learned who echoes deeply as I howl responds to shimmies and the luster sliding all along the rim I like to think it's all of from him but peering over edges I can see who shines a light in darkness It Is Me